DECEASED - DAY 16 Full Name: Jacquelyn Bell Luck From (Hometown): Born in Hawaii, currently lives in Boulder, Colorado Gender: Female Ethnicity: Hawaiian Traits (Appearance): petite, barely standing 5 feet tall with long, wavy brown hair down her back. chocolate brown eyes to complement her tanned skin, piercing on her nose, delicate butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder, pale white scar marking the skin on the right side of her shoulder. Reason for coming on the plane: I havent seen my family since I left Hawaii 4 years ago to go to college. It is the summer after graduation and as a celebration the entire family is meeting in Rio to explore the country just as I explored the continental US and my ancestors explored and settled in Hawaii. My college room mate and best friend, Isabella, lives in Miami, Florida. She is letting me stay at her house to catch the flight that my parents booked for me. Brief History (Criminal record, past): grew up on a small Hawaiian Island with two brothers and an older sister. Youngest of the family so she grew up tough and knowing how to get things done on her own, no criminal record but plenty of secrets. Anything else: N/A
DAY ONE
The edges of my vision were tinted black . I was dizzy from the plummet out of the sky. Thank God that I was on the side of the plane that got slightly less torn to pieces as it crashed out of the sky. The black boarders of my eyesight have yet to disperse, but I notice another color tinting my vision, red. There is crimson blood everywhere. The rolling waves that I can see to my right were topped with a blood red sea foam, sand is splatter painted with the blood from the wounds of the other passengers. Even the sky, which is still menacingly stormy, has a red tint across the horizon from the setting sun. If it was any other situation, the dusk would be eerily beautiful. But in my current situation, trapped under the remains of the plane, I could only think of one thing: I needed to get that doctors attention before the wound on my shoulder bleeds out even more. My small frame helped me not get crushed by the carrier and wiggle my way mostly free, but the scar from the violent past that brought me the the US in the first place already made my shoulder sensitive. "This gnarled steel pressing into it was no helping one bit" I thought as i wiggled the wrong way and groaned in pain. I doubt anyone on that full flight thought that we would be skewed around this strange island, instead of the beautiful warm beaches of Rio...
Day TWO
My stomach growled as I restlessly turned over. Sleep was evading me and all I wanted was to find a comfy spot to sleep, some food, and freshwater to stop the burning dryness in my mouth. Slowly, I hauled myself out of the make-shift bed of palm leaves and began to explore my surroundings. I knew from all the years that I spent being bossed around by my brothers, that water was number one. The thought of my brothers shakes me to the core and even though it's hot, goosebumps erupt on my body. I shudder as I make my way through the forest. I know that any resources that we left of the plane would've been scavenged by now, so my adventure brings me deeper into the forest. BOOM, I hear something large crash in the distance...is something violent going on? Or maybe its just my mind getting the best of me and its nothing sinister at all. My curious instincts get the best of me and before I know it, I am navigating my way through the dense under brush. Then something hits me...literally. The wind has shaken a coconut out of the tree and it hit be in the head. I've never been this happy to be knocked over the head. I use my practiced Hawaiian fingers to crack the shell and greedily drink up the coconut water. "Gross, I remember why I hated these so much in Hawaii, but for now its the best I've got" I think out loud. After growing up constantly being accused, I have the bad habit of verbalizing all of my thoughts. I hear voices back a ways in the forest. This time my instincts scream flight, so I hurry deeper into the forest until I find a large river. 'Hallelujah' I think as I slip into the river to wash off the sweat crusting on my body and to drink in as much as I can. Feeling slightly better, I find a large tree and climb up it. This really brings me back to the hiding spots I used to have to hide from...the shudders end my thoughts before I can even finish the thought...
Day THREE
The sound of a mega phone stirs me from my nightmare-filled sleep. as I stand up the wound on my shoulder shoots a message of pain through my body. "Its getting infected" I think. the first thing that comes to mind is to wrap it. I find a berry that I recognize. My father used to use something like this to cover the bruises and open wounds of my brother and me. The shudders that haunt me leave their hiding place in my mind and bring me to my knees. "Get it together Jacki" I quietly criticize myself. "Nobody else is gonna think of you as a victim so hold yourself together." The reminder shakes me out of my panic and I get back to crushing the berry and applying it to my arm. It burns but the feeling takes away the dull, aching feeling that has been throbbing for three days now. "Okay, now that that is taken care of, time to find food, water, and other survivors." My first instinct is to go to the beach, but I shake that idea off. I know to observe before i throw myself into another island tribe. Ive learned my lesson from Hawaii. Instead of going to the beach, i begin hiking my way to the center of the island. The hunger makes itself known in my stomach. About half an hour into the trek, I spot a tree that seems to be filled with fruit. Greedily, I grab one of the fruits and bite into it. I scream and the fruit drops to my feet. Encased in the pleasant looking fruit was a human tooth. "I am going insane" I whisper. I put the tooth into my pocket and get as far away from the god forsaken tree as I can. I keep my eyes peeled for actual food...or anyone trying to make me food...
Day FOUR
After the only semi successful hunt for food, I begin to search for other survivors. Stumbling through the forest, I realize that I am never going to be able to survive on this god forsaken island without some allies. Especially after the cannibals. As I walk through the forest, I hear a cry of a wild animal. Fear overwhelms me but the idea of a chance at some fresh meet draws me towards the sound. After what felt like forever, I was able to peek through the trees and see a guy...God I hope the cry wasnt from him. After a few seconds of observing, I see the bloody weapon on the ground and the dead animal next to him. He looked lost, confused...but still very attractive and strong enough to be a good companion. I approach quietly, almost tempted to turn around and run the other direction before I make myself noticed. 'Keep it together Jacki, this is gonna help.' I think as I get closer. "stop being such a wimp." I finally convince myself to speak up when Im about ten feet away. "That's a pretty impressive kill ya got there." I say. 'Wow, smart, J, way to start with your name or something that doesnt sound stupid.' It takes him a second to respond, clearly shocked by my appearance.
Day FIVE
Following his lead, we tracked the sound of a man who I think is called Ryan back to the camp. My reserved nature takes over and I say very little, just trying to get a feel for the situation and for the mystery boy that I still didn't know the name of. He reminds me of a gentler version of my brother, Brenden, but I quickly push that thought out of my head. I am sure that this boy would never be as awful as he was. God only knows what possessed him so much to give me that scar on my shoulder. I was almost thankful for the new scar from the plane crash covering up the memories. My now racing heartbeat caused me to push my horrible thoughts back and just focus on the sly glances that mystery boy was shooting my way -the slight blush on his face and interested look in his eyes left me feeling confused but flattered, I wish i knew what he was thinking- and eventually the prosperity of the island camp that this boy led me too. I hear him thinking out loud, a bad habit I also have and am trying to break. "maybe i am too hard on my mom, maybe i am just lucky to have her" he says. I give him a sympathetic look and quietly say to myself, "I wish I could feel the same about my family." Nobody hears me, and I guess that's a good thing, I don't need new people digging up the secrets I had buried when I left Hawaii.
Day SIX
On the beach there seemed to be a flurry of activity everywhere I looked. People building over near the huts, some looking for food, and lots of people talking. No conversations catch my attention until I hear that military guy Houndsome talking to mystery boy a little to my right. "I'm glad you're back safe and sound. That is my number one priority, making sure we are all in normal condition. And it looks like you're doing magic tricks too!" The comment about magic tricks confuses me and causes me to stare a little too intensely a the both of them> The conversation seems to be over, and I quickly shift my focus as he starts to look at me. "Nice Jacki, way to be creepy..." I think as I pray that my cheeks arent getting too red against my tan skin. "Hey i never asked what your name was"mystery boy says to me shyly, while looking down at the ground. We both seem shy so I don't feel as out of place talking to him. Ive never been able to talk to new people well. "My name is Jackie, and your name is...?" I respond to his question, trying...and failing, to not seem shy. "I'm Grant Smith. I'm going to go put this deer down, if you want to come with me." Grant, so mystery boy finally had a name. Something in the way he looked at me urged me to take the invitation and get to know him better. "Shit, I never said anything, he is probably so uncomfortable" I think. I smile as warmly as I can and follow him. Its nice feeling as though someone actually wants to figure me out, I just hope he doesn't dig himself too deep into my graveyard of secrets... "Think positive Jacki, not everyone is awful-he's cute, just go with it" i remind myself quietly as I follow Grant.
DAY SEVEN
Dusk was falling as I sat on the beach. I was listening to the ocean, trying not to show how aware I was of Grant sitting next to me. It has been so nice to have a friend on the island, its comforting, almost like I never left Colorado. I see him glance over at me every once and a while, and I desperately wanna say something to him, but I can't come up with how to start a conversation. I open my mouth and then my nerves get the better of me and I quickly close it.
"So...I live with my dad and I was on my way to my visit my mom when the plane crashed" Grant began out of nowhere. It took me by surprise so I looked at him a little funny...then immediately felt bad because was just happy that he said something to me. I was so surprised that I didnt say anything, so Grant kept talking. "Think Jacki, you cant just stare at him blankly like an idiot, he is never going to like you" I yell at myself inside my head, but cant come up with anything to say that wont hint at any of my past secrets. “My mom and I don’t really get along, we used to when I was younger, but as of about ten years ago, we are complete strangers.” Still, I was too dumbfounded to speak. “What about you? What’s your story? I’m a great listener” he says hurriedly, while his voice is getting higher from nerves. His brown eyes seemed to be begging me to say something, so I force myself to stutter out something. "I-I used to live in Hawaii but then I moved to the United States to go to college..." I trail off at the end, trying to figure out if what I said made me sound like as much of an idiot as i thought it did. Now it was his turn to say nothing, so I keep talking. "A-and I m sorry about your mom and you, but I understand, my mother was never in the picture until after I left the island, and my brothers and dad...well..." I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence without flashing back to those awful times. I just hope he doesnt notice the shaking and goosebumps that form on my skin when I talk about them. "You look cold" He says, with a concerned look in his warm, chocolate brown eyes.
DAY EIGHT
My conversation with Grant had trailed off and I couldn't tell if he liked me or not. He got up and walked away from the fire, he looked frustrated and I couldn't tell why. After a few minutes of trying to figure out what to do, I decide to take a walk to clear my mind. I looked around the beach, everyone seemed happy under the rule of this guy Houndsome. I couldn't blame them, he was smart and reliable, but something about him didn't sit right with me. I had a feeling that this illusion wouldn't last long, no island crash ever turns out this well. My walk takes me into the forest and I find myself aimlessly walking deeper into the forest. Suddenly I hear crashing footsteps behind me. My instincts from Hawaii kick in and I scramble up a nearby tree and crane my neck to see what was making all the noise. The sight took my breath away, but not in the beautiful way. It was a small group of savage natives, and they seemed to be hunting something. My breath go caught in my throat and my heart jumped into my throat. I froze. The sight of a native staring up at me chills my blood. He yells something that I cant understand and I threw myself down from my hiding spot, knowing that staying there is a sure fire way to end my life. I break into a dead sprint, hauling ass through the forest for as long as I can. The natives keep up well and I can tell they are gaining on me. An idea hits me as I racked my brain for a way to save myself, and I sprint back to the place where Grant killed the deer. "God I wish he was with me right now" I cant help but think, but I push the thought away. As soon as I break into the small clearing, I see what I was hoping for. The spear. Hallelujah I think as I pick it up and chose my spot to defend myself. The group was savage, but there was only three. For the first time ever, I thank god for my violent past and I set my feet, ready to fight for my own life as the group approaches me.
I Added you in my Day 9 if you have any concerns just let me know- Grant
DAY NINE
Bruised and bloodied, the fight exhausted me. Relief flooded over me when Grant came in but quickly I realized the look in his eyes. He looked impressed, but also slightly scared. "How did you do that?" he asked me. "W-well I have had some experience." I say with a small smile, trying not to sound weird. He was very close to me, and I couldn't pull myself away so i leaned into him. "I can tell you about it if you want, I know that Ive been secretive." He looks at me with a concerned look, but I can tell his interest was caught on my past. I knew I couldn't tell him everything but I start talking.
As soon as I start talking a flashback takes my mind off of being in Grant's arms and puts me back in the memories from when I was in Hawaii. The island sky was covered in clouds and the rain was pounding on the house roof but even the rain sounded tranquil to the chaos in my family. My father came in, drunk and yelling. Brendan, my brother followed him in. He was just as messed up as my father, but Brenden always had a short fuse. One little thing was out of place and he... I stopped talking, the fear in my voice was all too noticeable. I knew i wasn't gonna get any farther before I cried. Grant gently grabbed my hand and led me back to the camp, I was grateful for a guy in my life who touched me gently, instead of treating me like a punching bag. When we got back to the camp, Grant let me sit, gently rubbing my back the way a person who cared about you was supposed do to comfort you. It was nice. "you can tell me when you're ready! I will always be here to listen!". he says after I have calmed down.
The next morning Grant comes up to me; I was still just waking up and mildly embarrassed at how disheveled I looked. "Are you okay?" he asked. I lost it. Tears from years of secrets and fears boiled over and threatened to burst from my eyes. I guess he could tell, because the next thing I know, he is softly pressing his warm, pink lips against my forehead."Everyone deserves to be a princess" he says after he kisses my forehead and places the most beautiful, delicate flower crown on my head.
DAY TEN
I Added You In my story for Day ten!I Uploaded part of it so feel free to continue your end of the conversation!- Grant Smith
I was looking around the island when Grant asked me a question that I know was on his mind.
“What happened that night, with your father and brother?”
I knew that I needed to tell him sooner or later, so I took a deep breath and started talking.
"My dad and my brother were pretty violent I guess." He held me a little tighter, so I continued.
As I talked I slipped back into my memories, reliving it as I spoke. "My father and brother came in to the house when my mom and me were home. My brother had always been violent, but I never knew it was this serious. He came in, screaming. The first person he saw, he punched right in the nose. My mother was sadly the one in his destructive path. Shattering her nose wasnt enough for Brenden. He kicked and punched her until I was worried for her life. I knew I had to do something so I picked up the lamp on out table and hit him in the back.
I was shaking by this point. He fell but stood back up. His face was bloody and rage contorted his expression in a way I had never seen before. He pulled a gun and shot my mother in the shoulder. My mom was the one person in my life that I cared about, and that ass had the nerve to take his anger out on her. I was fine taking the brunt of his anger, but he couldnt mess with our mom. He reloaded the gun and before he could shoot her again, I tackled him. He was stronger than I was, but I was livid. We wrestled around for a minute, I was grateful for the fights we got in so often, because I knew how to beat him. I kicked him in the ribs and scrambled on top of him. The gun was on the ground and before I could control my anger, I picked up the gun and shot him in the head. My mother was screaming and my heart was shattered seeing her in so much pain. I had no sympathy for Brenden though. She held my hand and I tried to stop the blood pouring from the wound in her shoulder, but it was too much.
My voice broke.
"What happened next" Grant asked.
"She is dead." My voice said flatly.
I went mute for the rest of the night.
DAY ELEVEN
After I finished telling Grant my story, we slipped into silence. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but all I wanted was to feel his warm lips against me once again. Almost as though he could read minds, he leaned in and kissed my forehead. He whispered something in my ear and my heart fluttered. I watched him walk away quietly, seeming to be lost in thought.
While he wandered away, I let my mind drift off. I hadn't seen Houndsome in a little while and I was getting suspicious. That guy never shuts up long enough for someone to lose track of him, so him being gone for this long was unnerving.
As i sit and think, I realize how much I want grant to come back. I was worried that I scared him off with the story of my mom and brother, I didn't want him to think of me as a killer, even though I would kill to protect me, him, or any of his allies on this island.
The night slips away and I slipped into a dream. The island was in shambles and blood was everywhere. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there, taking it all in. Suddenly I saw Houndsome locked in a fight with a face I coudnt make out...I woke up with a start from the nightmare I was engulfed in.
DAY TWELVE
I woke up from my nightmare with a start.The peace on the island seems to be broken, everyone is anxious and I can tell that something is going to happen soon. Wrennyn is distraught, Houndsome is acting suspicious, everyone is just slightly off and I am determined to know why. I walk over to Grant, hoping that he will offer some comfort. I don't know where he stands on the issues that I see coming in the future, so I make a mental not to ask him later. A girl was talking to him. She was beautiful, so beautiful that i couldnt help being a little bit jealous of her talking to grant, but immediately I push the thoughts out of my head.
"Dont be like that J, she could be helpful and keep you alive." I whisper to myself.
I can hear them talking and I dont know what to do, I cant just stand here and stare.
I make a spur of the moment decision and begin to approach them.
Who knows, another mind and person to protect me and Grant will always be useful.
Plus, I couldnt ignore the void in my life of a woman i could connect with since Brendan killed my mother.
I hope for the best with this new pretty girl and Grant as I walk up to them quietly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation
DAY THIRTEEN
I am getting very wary of this island and everyone on it. The only people that I knew for sure what i thought about them were Grant, who I was beginning to fall head over heels for, and Ryan Houndsome, who just rubs me the wrong way. I am very cautious about the pretty new girl, but having another woman on our side could always prove beneficial. As I come up to them, I can tell that their conversation in serious. Grant has lines creasing his forehead, showing me he is deep in thought and the other girl is looking thoughtfully out into the vast ocean. Grant's eyes light up a little bit as I come closer, which urges me on and lifts up my confidence. "Hey Grant" I say with a smile. Next, I look to the girl. "My name is Jackie. Grant and I have been helping each other survive in this hell. What's your name?" I try to be pleasant but I am still very on edge from my nightmares and suspicion about Houndsome, so I am eager to find out her opinion on the island. As I was introducing myself to the girl, Grant put his arms around me and lightly kissed me on the forehead. My heart jumped into my throat at the public affection, and I could tell my cheeks were bright red against my tan skin. Suddenly, Grant pulled off his shirt and made his way toward the water with his surfboard in hand. I looked at his chest in awe, he was so muscular and athletic. I pull my eyes away, hopefully before either of them notice my gaze. "Either of you coming?" He asks. I shake my head and the girl did too. As Grant paddled out into the sea, I turn to the girl and ask what her name was one more time. "My name is Adrianna, I'm from Florida." I was glad that I finally had a name to attach to a face. "So Adrianna, sorry for being so blunt, but I just got to ask. If shit hits the fan on this island, are you going to side with Houndsome?" I say, curiously. She takes a second to respond, and I know that I probably caught her off guard a little bit by asking that right away, but hey, I gotta find out quick what Adrianna thinks about this island. Or at least that's how I justify it in my head. As she finishes up talking, I see Grant paddling back the shore. He is so powerful, like he was born to be in the water. Getting out of the water, he shakes his head to get the water off and smiles at me again as he looks at me. "What did I miss?" he asks. "Oh nothing, just girl talk, you know." I respond as I share a quick glance with Adrianna. She smiles back at me, and I have a feeling that these two people by my side are gonna be some killer allies when something goes wrong. Or maybe I'll be the killer ally...I don't really care, as long as the three of us stay safe.
Heyit is Grant I added you in my Day 13! Let me know if you Want to add something else or change something.
DAY FOURTEEN
I sat quietly in the sand, feeling comfort for once to be around people that I actually trusted. Adrianna was talking about her past, but I noticed that she didnt speak about her family. I couldnt blame her though, even though these people were the closest friends that I have, I still didnt was to talk about everything that has happened in my past.
Grant and Adrianna talked for a little about how they lived so close together, and I looked on quietly.
Grant held me in his arms, and I felt very at home. This affection made it even more clear to me that I had fallen head over heals for him.
After Adrianna told her story, Grant spoke about his past. It was reassuring to know more about him, and I listened with a happy smile on my face.
I spoke quietly about my past in Hawaii, but didnt go into too much detail.
Although I felt very comfortable with these people, I was on edge about our future on this island.
My mind wandered to Houndsome and Foster, I havent seen them in a few days and I didnt know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. THe mood changed in our happy little gathering to a forbidding tone.
What do we do now? The question was in all of our minds.
Grant verbilized the thought and I decided to keep a positive out look.
"I guess we will just have to stick together and hope for the best!" I knew that wit my experience with violence, Grant's quick thinking, and Adrianna's new intelligence that she brought to the table, I think we have a pretty good shot of thriving for a pretty long time on this god forsaken island, if we wanted that at all.
Hi Jackie! I added you a little bit in my story, let me know if you want me to change anything. I might go back later and adjust some things -Adrianna Sanders
DAY FIFTEEN
I awoke on the beach after a fairly calm night sleep, from the island's standards of calm. My calm demeanor disappeared when I realized that Grant wasn't with me and Adrianna. Oh shit what happened to him?? I thought in my head. After thinking about what to do for a few minutes, I decided to go searching for him. "Who knows the sort of crazy bastards Grant could've ran into on this island." I think out loud to myself, a little too loud apparently. Adriana woke up from her peaceful sleep and looked over at me, concerned. I answered her questioning glance with "Grant is missing, I am going out to find him." Before she had the time to propose us looking together, I shot out another idea. I am going out into the forest that leads to the little island, you can take the other half. We need to find him as fast as possible and this is the quickest way to do it." I say this with much more confidence than I actually have, but she doesn't need to know that.
Walking purposely into the forest, I begin to think. "Where would he have gone? Maybe back to where we first met?" It is the only lead that I have, so I start walking.
The walk brings back memories of my cannibal massacre and the fear that gripped me tighter than fear has ever gripped me before.
As I stumble along, I find foot prints in the ground. Although they are small and not very deep, I follow them anyway. "Any lead is better than no lead I guess." I think to my self.
I see a figure walking in the trees a little bit ahead of me, so I quicken my pace to make up some ground.
Shit.
The petite blonde girl that was in my sights was most definitely NOT Grant. "what do I do now?" I quietly breathe to myself, once again a little louder than intended. The girl spun around and looked at me with a look of bewilderment. I guess she was expecting to find someone else too, but too late now.
I reach back slowly to the broken spear that I kept with me as a weapon in case I needed it, and I walked closer. I wanted to know who this girl was, because she clearly wasn't expecting me. Maybe she knows something.
"Who are you and who are you looking for?" I ask with a hint of distrust in my voice. Maybe she knows something about Grant...or Houndsome. It unnerved me to not know what he was up too.
DAY SIXTEEN
The forest was unnaturally quietly and I missed Grant and Adrianna. My will to live on this island was decreasing and I didn't know what to do anymore. As I walked through the forest I see how beautiful everything was and how perfect life on the island could be, but something in my mind clicked and I realized that life on the island isn't for me anymore. I miss my mother and I am tired of being constantly in a threatened situation. The ocean looks so pretty and tranquil, I could feel it calling me to it, bringing me back to my childhood and reuniting me with my mother.
I swam into the clear water as the moon rose up and the night settled in. After swimming until I was tired, I floated on to my back, and gazed at the stars. Hours later the water wrapped me in its embrace and brought me into the sunrise. I saw my mother and all of my friends as the sun rose and I felt calm for the first time in 16 days. (feel free to vote me off please)
Just let the girl die- Wrennyn Foster
DAY SEVENTEEN (DECEASED)
I met with Death after my long swim down the ocean. Death seemed remorseful, but I was very happy to be freed from the weight of being on the island. I was looking forward to my reunion with my mother and being able to watch over Grant and Adrianna to make sure that they stay as safe as they can.
The doors to Heaven opened up slowly and I was immediately welcomed into the warm environment .
My mother came rushing up to me, and warmth flooded my hearth. I ran into her embrace and even though I was exhausted from my swim, I felt a burst of energy. To my horror I realized that I was still in the clothing that I died in, which did nothing but remind me of the island and the horrors that my friends and I encountered. Even worse was the fact that my mother's spirit, although she was inviting and warm, was slightly disfigured by the broken nose and the wound from the gun shot.
Then it hit me, I might have to see Brenden if Im gonna be up here for the rest of eternity. God, I dont wanna run into that son of a bitch...
As soon as the thought ran through my head, God appeared, chuckling.
"Oh Jackie, you have much to learn" He says in his deep, wise voice.
His next comment caught me off guard.
"Although I dont like to speak like this, even a forgiving and loving soul like me would not be able to admit that pathetic asshole into Heaven. I just wouldnt be able to to it."
Relief flooded my heart, but so did another question.
"Where do they go then if they cant come here? Do they stay in Hell for the rest of Eternity?
"Well yes, but its not hell like you learn about when youre a mere mortal, we have to make you fear it then...
"Well what is it like then?" I ask.
"Well you see, some people would be happy spending all their afterlife with other criminals and souls damned to hell, so instead, we seperate them and put them in a situation they truly hate.
"Oh I see...." I say, slightly confused.
"You will see, dont worry. Youre still just a new soul around here."
DAY EIGHTEEN (DECEASED)
It took some getting used to being up in heaven. I still hadnt adjusted to life not on the island, and I was curious about what was happening there. I decided to head back down to the island, just to check on them for a little. The trek back to the island was a little longer than I expected, but it was beautiful slowly descending from the sky. The sun was setting and the red that shimmered over the ocean almost made me sad that I wasnt there to see this dusk with Adrianna and Grant.
Something seemed off when I returned from heaven to the island. The beach was deserted, Grant was still missing, and Adrianna was nowhere to be found.
I scrambled across the tree that fell and connected the island, hoping that I would find them soon.It was weird being on the island dead. My ghostly eyes picked up so much more detail now. I could see the spirits of those that died on the island. The animals that were eaten were roaming, eyes full of revenge but no real claws to get it with, the souls of natives that died of old age or were killed in battle, even some one the other survivors were still there.
I kept running into the spirits, looks like even in the afterlife, my coordination sucked. I sorta hoped that would get better when I died but oh well, I guess that I can kiss that afterlife hope good bye. Maybe by the time im 1000 Ill be a little less of a hot mess...but probably not.
DAY NINETEEN (DECEASED)
After reorienting myself on the island that I called home for two weeks, I began to look for Adrianna, Grant, or even Houndsome. I just wanted some reassurance that somebody was still alive. If everyone on the island died, it would be like we never even were here, and that is a thought that seems very foreign to me.
Its strangely quiet here and I dont know if its just because im dead or not..even the spirits of the natives and the animals seem to be quietly waiting around for something big to happen.
"God damn, where are they" I mutter to myself. I was getting very, very concerned.
I decided to turn around, maybe I missed them while I was looking the other direction.
When I turned around I saw a little girl peeking out from a tree at me.
"Hello" I say tentatively, not wanting to scare her off.
"Have you seen Brookyln?" is the first thing the quiet, scared voice says to me.
Brooklyn...the name sounds familiar but I cant put my finger on who she was on this island. I dont want to make new ties on the island, especially because Im already dead and I don't have an easy escape if I decide Im done with this place again. Well I guess I could just leave and go chill back in Heaven, but I wanted to stay here long enough to find some familiar face. I realized I didnt respond to the little voice.
"Im sorry sweetie, I havent seen here. Is she your mother?" I ask quietly.
She burst into tears before she could respond to me, and then she ran off into the forest.
"Oh shit." I mumbled quietly as I began to go after her. Even now that I am dead, I still couldnt just leave a little girl sad and alone, even if she was dead too.
DAY TWENTY (DECEASED)
I couldnt find the little girl as soon as she ran through the the forest. Frustrated, I gave up and continued to look for Grant. The land looked more and more unfamiliar the longer I have been dead. Ive been here for hours, walked the entire perimeter of the island, and ran in to quite a few ghost- yet still no Grant.
I was beginning to miss my mom. I decided that instead of staying on this damn island, where nothing ever happened yet it always seemed like you missed something.
Alright now how do I get back? I think to myself. "Theres no place like home. theres no place like home there is no place like home." I say as I click my heels. Its gonna be worth a try right? Its the only way I can justify how ridiculous I look. For as good as I look in little blue mini dresses, I definitely couldnt pull of that red ruby slipper look.
I opened my eyes and I realized that it had worked! I was back in...shit. Im still on the island, just flat on my back staring up at the sky. "So damn uncoordinated J, no wonder you never could get any guys.
Man, I was beginning to hate the beach.
"Hey uh God, wanna help me out?" I yelled at the sky. I cant say that it didnt scare the shit out of me when a huge figure appeared infront of me.
"Oh Jacquelyn, havent you ever seen the movie?" He asks me.
uh no was my response.
"click your heels three times!" he says to me, almost surprised that I didnt know.
"Wait bro I did that already!"
"Im not bro, and dont you dare call me daddy, but father works just as well God laughed as he took me back to heaven.
DECEASED - DAY 16
Full Name: Jacquelyn Bell Luck
From (Hometown): Born in Hawaii, currently lives in Boulder, Colorado
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Hawaiian
Traits (Appearance): petite, barely standing 5 feet tall with long, wavy brown hair down her back. chocolate brown eyes to complement her tanned skin, piercing on her nose, delicate butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder, pale white scar marking the skin on the right side of her shoulder.
Reason for coming on the plane: I havent seen my family since I left Hawaii 4 years ago to go to college. It is the summer after graduation and as a celebration the entire family is meeting in Rio to explore the country just as I explored the continental US and my ancestors explored and settled in Hawaii. My college room mate and best friend, Isabella, lives in Miami, Florida. She is letting me stay at her house to catch the flight that my parents booked for me.
Brief History (Criminal record, past): grew up on a small Hawaiian Island with two brothers and an older sister. Youngest of the family so she grew up tough and knowing how to get things done on her own, no criminal record but plenty of secrets.
Anything else: N/A
DAY ONE
The edges of my vision were tinted black . I was dizzy from the plummet out of the sky. Thank God that I was on the side of the plane that got slightly less torn to pieces as it crashed out of the sky. The black boarders of my eyesight have yet to disperse, but I notice another color tinting my vision, red. There is crimson blood everywhere. The rolling waves that I can see to my right were topped with a blood red sea foam, sand is splatter painted with the blood from the wounds of the other passengers. Even the sky, which is still menacingly stormy, has a red tint across the horizon from the setting sun. If it was any other situation, the dusk would be eerily beautiful. But in my current situation, trapped under the remains of the plane, I could only think of one thing: I needed to get that doctors attention before the wound on my shoulder bleeds out even more. My small frame helped me not get crushed by the carrier and wiggle my way mostly free, but the scar from the violent past that brought me the the US in the first place already made my shoulder sensitive. "This gnarled steel pressing into it was no helping one bit" I thought as i wiggled the wrong way and groaned in pain. I doubt anyone on that full flight thought that we would be skewed around this strange island, instead of the beautiful warm beaches of Rio...Day TWO
My stomach growled as I restlessly turned over. Sleep was evading me and all I wanted was to find a comfy spot to sleep, some food, and freshwater to stop the burning dryness in my mouth. Slowly, I hauled myself out of the make-shift bed of palm leaves and began to explore my surroundings. I knew from all the years that I spent being bossed around by my brothers, that water was number one. The thought of my brothers shakes me to the core and even though it's hot, goosebumps erupt on my body. I shudder as I make my way through the forest. I know that any resources that we left of the plane would've been scavenged by now, so my adventure brings me deeper into the forest. BOOM, I hear something large crash in the distance...is something violent going on? Or maybe its just my mind getting the best of me and its nothing sinister at all. My curious instincts get the best of me and before I know it, I am navigating my way through the dense under brush. Then something hits me...literally. The wind has shaken a coconut out of the tree and it hit be in the head. I've never been this happy to be knocked over the head. I use my practiced Hawaiian fingers to crack the shell and greedily drink up the coconut water. "Gross, I remember why I hated these so much in Hawaii, but for now its the best I've got" I think out loud. After growing up constantly being accused, I have the bad habit of verbalizing all of my thoughts. I hear voices back a ways in the forest. This time my instincts scream flight, so I hurry deeper into the forest until I find a large river. 'Hallelujah' I think as I slip into the river to wash off the sweat crusting on my body and to drink in as much as I can. Feeling slightly better, I find a large tree and climb up it. This really brings me back to the hiding spots I used to have to hide from...the shudders end my thoughts before I can even finish the thought...Day THREE
The sound of a mega phone stirs me from my nightmare-filled sleep. as I stand up the wound on my shoulder shoots a message of pain through my body. "Its getting infected" I think. the first thing that comes to mind is to wrap it. I find a berry that I recognize. My father used to use something like this to cover the bruises and open wounds of my brother and me. The shudders that haunt me leave their hiding place in my mind and bring me to my knees. "Get it together Jacki" I quietly criticize myself. "Nobody else is gonna think of you as a victim so hold yourself together." The reminder shakes me out of my panic and I get back to crushing the berry and applying it to my arm. It burns but the feeling takes away the dull, aching feeling that has been throbbing for three days now. "Okay, now that that is taken care of, time to find food, water, and other survivors." My first instinct is to go to the beach, but I shake that idea off. I know to observe before i throw myself into another island tribe. Ive learned my lesson from Hawaii. Instead of going to the beach, i begin hiking my way to the center of the island. The hunger makes itself known in my stomach. About half an hour into the trek, I spot a tree that seems to be filled with fruit. Greedily, I grab one of the fruits and bite into it. I scream and the fruit drops to my feet. Encased in the pleasant looking fruit was a human tooth. "I am going insane" I whisper. I put the tooth into my pocket and get as far away from the god forsaken tree as I can. I keep my eyes peeled for actual food...or anyone trying to make me food...Day FOUR
After the only semi successful hunt for food, I begin to search for other survivors. Stumbling through the forest, I realize that I am never going to be able to survive on this god forsaken island without some allies. Especially after the cannibals. As I walk through the forest, I hear a cry of a wild animal. Fear overwhelms me but the idea of a chance at some fresh meet draws me towards the sound. After what felt like forever, I was able to peek through the trees and see a guy...God I hope the cry wasnt from him. After a few seconds of observing, I see the bloody weapon on the ground and the dead animal next to him. He looked lost, confused...but still very attractive and strong enough to be a good companion. I approach quietly, almost tempted to turn around and run the other direction before I make myself noticed. 'Keep it together Jacki, this is gonna help.' I think as I get closer. "stop being such a wimp." I finally convince myself to speak up when Im about ten feet away. "That's a pretty impressive kill ya got there." I say. 'Wow, smart, J, way to start with your name or something that doesnt sound stupid.' It takes him a second to respond, clearly shocked by my appearance.Day FIVE
Following his lead, we tracked the sound of a man who I think is called Ryan back to the camp. My reserved nature takes over and I say very little, just trying to get a feel for the situation and for the mystery boy that I still didn't know the name of. He reminds me of a gentler version of my brother, Brenden, but I quickly push that thought out of my head. I am sure that this boy would never be as awful as he was. God only knows what possessed him so much to give me that scar on my shoulder. I was almost thankful for the new scar from the plane crash covering up the memories. My now racing heartbeat caused me to push my horrible thoughts back and just focus on the sly glances that mystery boy was shooting my way -the slight blush on his face and interested look in his eyes left me feeling confused but flattered, I wish i knew what he was thinking- and eventually the prosperity of the island camp that this boy led me too. I hear him thinking out loud, a bad habit I also have and am trying to break. "maybe i am too hard on my mom, maybe i am just lucky to have her" he says. I give him a sympathetic look and quietly say to myself, "I wish I could feel the same about my family." Nobody hears me, and I guess that's a good thing, I don't need new people digging up the secrets I had buried when I left Hawaii.Day SIX
On the beach there seemed to be a flurry of activity everywhere I looked. People building over near the huts, some looking for food, and lots of people talking. No conversations catch my attention until I hear that military guy Houndsome talking to mystery boy a little to my right. "I'm glad you're back safe and sound. That is my number one priority, making sure we are all in normal condition. And it looks like you're doing magic tricks too!" The comment about magic tricks confuses me and causes me to stare a little too intensely a the both of them> The conversation seems to be over, and I quickly shift my focus as he starts to look at me. "Nice Jacki, way to be creepy..." I think as I pray that my cheeks arent getting too red against my tan skin. "Hey i never asked what your name was"mystery boy says to me shyly, while looking down at the ground. We both seem shy so I don't feel as out of place talking to him. Ive never been able to talk to new people well. "My name is Jackie, and your name is...?" I respond to his question, trying...and failing, to not seem shy."I'm Grant Smith. I'm going to go put this deer down, if you want to come with me." Grant, so mystery boy finally had a name. Something in the way he looked at me urged me to take the invitation and get to know him better. "Shit, I never said anything, he is probably so uncomfortable" I think. I smile as warmly as I can and follow him. Its nice feeling as though someone actually wants to figure me out, I just hope he doesn't dig himself too deep into my graveyard of secrets... "Think positive Jacki, not everyone is awful-he's cute, just go with it" i remind myself quietly as I follow Grant.
DAY SEVEN
Dusk was falling as I sat on the beach. I was listening to the ocean, trying not to show how aware I was of Grant sitting next to me. It has been so nice to have a friend on the island, its comforting, almost like I never left Colorado. I see him glance over at me every once and a while, and I desperately wanna say something to him, but I can't come up with how to start a conversation. I open my mouth and then my nerves get the better of me and I quickly close it."So...I live with my dad and I was on my way to my visit my mom when the plane crashed" Grant began out of nowhere. It took me by surprise so I looked at him a little funny...then immediately felt bad because was just happy that he said something to me. I was so surprised that I didnt say anything, so Grant kept talking. "Think Jacki, you cant just stare at him blankly like an idiot, he is never going to like you" I yell at myself inside my head, but cant come up with anything to say that wont hint at any of my past secrets. “My mom and I don’t really get along, we used to when I was younger, but as of about ten years ago, we are complete strangers.” Still, I was too dumbfounded to speak. “What about you? What’s your story? I’m a great listener” he says hurriedly, while his voice is getting higher from nerves. His brown eyes seemed to be begging me to say something, so I force myself to stutter out something. "I-I used to live in Hawaii but then I moved to the United States to go to college..." I trail off at the end, trying to figure out if what I said made me sound like as much of an idiot as i thought it did. Now it was his turn to say nothing, so I keep talking. "A-and I m sorry about your mom and you, but I understand, my mother was never in the picture until after I left the island, and my brothers and dad...well..." I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence without flashing back to those awful times. I just hope he doesnt notice the shaking and goosebumps that form on my skin when I talk about them. "You look cold" He says, with a concerned look in his warm, chocolate brown eyes.
DAY EIGHT
My conversation with Grant had trailed off and I couldn't tell if he liked me or not. He got up and walked away from the fire, he looked frustrated and I couldn't tell why. After a few minutes of trying to figure out what to do, I decide to take a walk to clear my mind. I looked around the beach, everyone seemed happy under the rule of this guy Houndsome. I couldn't blame them, he was smart and reliable, but something about him didn't sit right with me. I had a feeling that this illusion wouldn't last long, no island crash ever turns out this well. My walk takes me into the forest and I find myself aimlessly walking deeper into the forest. Suddenly I hear crashing footsteps behind me. My instincts from Hawaii kick in and I scramble up a nearby tree and crane my neck to see what was making all the noise. The sight took my breath away, but not in the beautiful way. It was a small group of savage natives, and they seemed to be hunting something. My breath go caught in my throat and my heart jumped into my throat. I froze. The sight of a native staring up at me chills my blood. He yells something that I cant understand and I threw myself down from my hiding spot, knowing that staying there is a sure fire way to end my life. I break into a dead sprint, hauling ass through the forest for as long as I can. The natives keep up well and I can tell they are gaining on me. An idea hits me as I racked my brain for a way to save myself, and I sprint back to the place where Grant killed the deer. "God I wish he was with me right now" I cant help but think, but I push the thought away. As soon as I break into the small clearing, I see what I was hoping for. The spear. Hallelujah I think as I pick it up and chose my spot to defend myself. The group was savage, but there was only three. For the first time ever, I thank god for my violent past and I set my feet, ready to fight for my own life as the group approaches me.I Added you in my Day 9 if you have any concerns just let me know- Grant
DAY NINE
Bruised and bloodied, the fight exhausted me. Relief flooded over me when Grant came in but quickly I realized the look in his eyes. He looked impressed, but also slightly scared. "How did you do that?" he asked me. "W-well I have had some experience." I say with a small smile, trying not to sound weird. He was very close to me, and I couldn't pull myself away so i leaned into him. "I can tell you about it if you want, I know that Ive been secretive." He looks at me with a concerned look, but I can tell his interest was caught on my past. I knew I couldn't tell him everything but I start talking.As soon as I start talking a flashback takes my mind off of being in Grant's arms and puts me back in the memories from when I was in Hawaii.
The island sky was covered in clouds and the rain was pounding on the house roof but even the rain sounded tranquil to the chaos in my family. My father came in, drunk and yelling. Brendan, my brother followed him in. He was just as messed up as my father, but Brenden always had a short fuse. One little thing was out of place and he... I stopped talking, the fear in my voice was all too noticeable. I knew i wasn't gonna get any farther before I cried. Grant gently grabbed my hand and led me back to the camp, I was grateful for a guy in my life who touched me gently, instead of treating me like a punching bag. When we got back to the camp, Grant let me sit, gently rubbing my back the way a person who cared about you was supposed do to comfort you. It was nice. "you can tell me when you're ready! I will always be here to listen!". he says after I have calmed down.
The next morning Grant comes up to me; I was still just waking up and mildly embarrassed at how disheveled I looked. "Are you okay?" he asked.
I lost it.
Tears from years of secrets and fears boiled over and threatened to burst from my eyes. I guess he could tell, because the next thing I know, he is softly pressing his warm, pink lips against my forehead."Everyone deserves to be a princess" he says after he kisses my forehead and places the most beautiful, delicate flower crown on my head.
DAY TEN
I Added You In my story for Day ten!I Uploaded part of it so feel free to continue your end of the conversation!- Grant SmithI was looking around the island when Grant asked me a question that I know was on his mind.
“What happened that night, with your father and brother?”
I knew that I needed to tell him sooner or later, so I took a deep breath and started talking.
"My dad and my brother were pretty violent I guess." He held me a little tighter, so I continued.
As I talked I slipped back into my memories, reliving it as I spoke.
"My father and brother came in to the house when my mom and me were home. My brother had always been violent, but I never knew it was this serious.
He came in, screaming. The first person he saw, he punched right in the nose. My mother was sadly the one in his destructive path. Shattering her nose wasnt enough for Brenden. He kicked and punched her until I was worried for her life. I knew I had to do something so I picked up the lamp on out table and hit him in the back.
I was shaking by this point.
He fell but stood back up. His face was bloody and rage contorted his expression in a way I had never seen before.
He pulled a gun and shot my mother in the shoulder.
My mom was the one person in my life that I cared about, and that ass had the nerve to take his anger out on her. I was fine taking the brunt of his anger, but he couldnt mess with our mom.
He reloaded the gun and before he could shoot her again, I tackled him.
He was stronger than I was, but I was livid. We wrestled around for a minute, I was grateful for the fights we got in so often, because I knew how to beat him.
I kicked him in the ribs and scrambled on top of him. The gun was on the ground and before I could control my anger, I picked up the gun and shot him in the head.
My mother was screaming and my heart was shattered seeing her in so much pain. I had no sympathy for Brenden though.
She held my hand and I tried to stop the blood pouring from the wound in her shoulder, but it was too much.
My voice broke.
"What happened next" Grant asked.
"She is dead." My voice said flatly.
I went mute for the rest of the night.
DAY ELEVEN
After I finished telling Grant my story, we slipped into silence. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but all I wanted was to feel his warm lips against me once again. Almost as though he could read minds, he leaned in and kissed my forehead. He whispered something in my ear and my heart fluttered. I watched him walk away quietly, seeming to be lost in thought.While he wandered away, I let my mind drift off. I hadn't seen Houndsome in a little while and I was getting suspicious. That guy never shuts up long enough for someone to lose track of him, so him being gone for this long was unnerving.
As i sit and think, I realize how much I want grant to come back. I was worried that I scared him off with the story of my mom and brother, I didn't want him to think of me as a killer, even though I would kill to protect me, him, or any of his allies on this island.
The night slips away and I slipped into a dream. The island was in shambles and blood was everywhere. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there, taking it all in. Suddenly I saw Houndsome locked in a fight with a face I coudnt make out...I woke up with a start from the nightmare I was engulfed in.
DAY TWELVE
I woke up from my nightmare with a start.The peace on the island seems to be broken, everyone is anxious and I can tell that something is going to happen soon. Wrennyn is distraught, Houndsome is acting suspicious, everyone is just slightly off and I am determined to know why. I walk over to Grant, hoping that he will offer some comfort. I don't know where he stands on the issues that I see coming in the future, so I make a mental not to ask him later. A girl was talking to him. She was beautiful, so beautiful that i couldnt help being a little bit jealous of her talking to grant, but immediately I push the thoughts out of my head."Dont be like that J, she could be helpful and keep you alive." I whisper to myself.
I can hear them talking and I dont know what to do, I cant just stand here and stare.
I make a spur of the moment decision and begin to approach them.
Who knows, another mind and person to protect me and Grant will always be useful.
Plus, I couldnt ignore the void in my life of a woman i could connect with since Brendan killed my mother.
I hope for the best with this new pretty girl and Grant as I walk up to them quietly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation
DAY THIRTEEN
I am getting very wary of this island and everyone on it. The only people that I knew for sure what i thought about them were Grant, who I was beginning to fall head over heels for, and Ryan Houndsome, who just rubs me the wrong way.I am very cautious about the pretty new girl, but having another woman on our side could always prove beneficial. As I come up to them, I can tell that their conversation in serious. Grant has lines creasing his forehead, showing me he is deep in thought and the other girl is looking thoughtfully out into the vast ocean. Grant's eyes light up a little bit as I come closer, which urges me on and lifts up my confidence. "Hey Grant" I say with a smile. Next, I look to the girl. "My name is Jackie. Grant and I have been helping each other survive in this hell. What's your name?" I try to be pleasant but I am still very on edge from my nightmares and suspicion about Houndsome, so I am eager to find out her opinion on the island.
As I was introducing myself to the girl, Grant put his arms around me and lightly kissed me on the forehead. My heart jumped into my throat at the public affection, and I could tell my cheeks were bright red against my tan skin. Suddenly, Grant pulled off his shirt and made his way toward the water with his surfboard in hand. I looked at his chest in awe, he was so muscular and athletic. I pull my eyes away, hopefully before either of them notice my gaze. "Either of you coming?" He asks. I shake my head and the girl did too.
As Grant paddled out into the sea, I turn to the girl and ask what her name was one more time.
"My name is Adrianna, I'm from Florida."
I was glad that I finally had a name to attach to a face. "So Adrianna, sorry for being so blunt, but I just got to ask. If shit hits the fan on this island, are you going to side with Houndsome?" I say, curiously.
She takes a second to respond, and I know that I probably caught her off guard a little bit by asking that right away, but hey, I gotta find out quick what Adrianna thinks about this island. Or at least that's how I justify it in my head.
As she finishes up talking, I see Grant paddling back the shore. He is so powerful, like he was born to be in the water.
Getting out of the water, he shakes his head to get the water off and smiles at me again as he looks at me. "What did I miss?" he asks.
"Oh nothing, just girl talk, you know." I respond as I share a quick glance with Adrianna. She smiles back at me, and I have a feeling that these two people by my side are gonna be some killer allies when something goes wrong. Or maybe I'll be the killer ally...I don't really care, as long as the three of us stay safe.
Hey it is Grant I added you in my Day 13! Let me know if you Want to add something else or change something.
DAY FOURTEEN
I sat quietly in the sand, feeling comfort for once to be around people that I actually trusted. Adrianna was talking about her past, but I noticed that she didnt speak about her family. I couldnt blame her though, even though these people were the closest friends that I have, I still didnt was to talk about everything that has happened in my past.Grant and Adrianna talked for a little about how they lived so close together, and I looked on quietly.
Grant held me in his arms, and I felt very at home. This affection made it even more clear to me that I had fallen head over heals for him.
After Adrianna told her story, Grant spoke about his past. It was reassuring to know more about him, and I listened with a happy smile on my face.
I spoke quietly about my past in Hawaii, but didnt go into too much detail.
Although I felt very comfortable with these people, I was on edge about our future on this island.
My mind wandered to Houndsome and Foster, I havent seen them in a few days and I didnt know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. THe mood changed in our happy little gathering to a forbidding tone.
What do we do now? The question was in all of our minds.
Grant verbilized the thought and I decided to keep a positive out look.
"I guess we will just have to stick together and hope for the best!" I knew that wit my experience with violence, Grant's quick thinking, and Adrianna's new intelligence that she brought to the table, I think we have a pretty good shot of thriving for a pretty long time on this god forsaken island, if we wanted that at all.
Hi Jackie! I added you a little bit in my story, let me know if you want me to change anything. I might go back later and adjust some things -Adrianna Sanders
DAY FIFTEEN
I awoke on the beach after a fairly calm night sleep, from the island's standards of calm. My calm demeanor disappeared when I realized that Grant wasn't with me and Adrianna. Oh shit what happened to him?? I thought in my head. After thinking about what to do for a few minutes, I decided to go searching for him. "Who knows the sort of crazy bastards Grant could've ran into on this island." I think out loud to myself, a little too loud apparently. Adriana woke up from her peaceful sleep and looked over at me, concerned. I answered her questioning glance with "Grant is missing, I am going out to find him." Before she had the time to propose us looking together, I shot out another idea. I am going out into the forest that leads to the little island, you can take the other half. We need to find him as fast as possible and this is the quickest way to do it." I say this with much more confidence than I actually have, but she doesn't need to know that.Walking purposely into the forest, I begin to think. "Where would he have gone? Maybe back to where we first met?" It is the only lead that I have, so I start walking.
The walk brings back memories of my cannibal massacre and the fear that gripped me tighter than fear has ever gripped me before.
As I stumble along, I find foot prints in the ground. Although they are small and not very deep, I follow them anyway. "Any lead is better than no lead I guess." I think to my self.
I see a figure walking in the trees a little bit ahead of me, so I quicken my pace to make up some ground.
Shit.
The petite blonde girl that was in my sights was most definitely NOT Grant. "what do I do now?" I quietly breathe to myself, once again a little louder than intended. The girl spun around and looked at me with a look of bewilderment. I guess she was expecting to find someone else too, but too late now.
I reach back slowly to the broken spear that I kept with me as a weapon in case I needed it, and I walked closer. I wanted to know who this girl was, because she clearly wasn't expecting me. Maybe she knows something.
"Who are you and who are you looking for?" I ask with a hint of distrust in my voice. Maybe she knows something about Grant...or Houndsome. It unnerved me to not know what he was up too.
DAY SIXTEEN
The forest was unnaturally quietly and I missed Grant and Adrianna. My will to live on this island was decreasing and I didn't know what to do anymore. As I walked through the forest I see how beautiful everything was and how perfect life on the island could be, but something in my mind clicked and I realized that life on the island isn't for me anymore. I miss my mother and I am tired of being constantly in a threatened situation. The ocean looks so pretty and tranquil, I could feel it calling me to it, bringing me back to my childhood and reuniting me with my mother.I swam into the clear water as the moon rose up and the night settled in. After swimming until I was tired, I floated on to my back, and gazed at the stars. Hours later the water wrapped me in its embrace and brought me into the sunrise. I saw my mother and all of my friends as the sun rose and I felt calm for the first time in 16 days. (feel free to vote me off please)
Just let the girl die- Wrennyn Foster
DAY SEVENTEEN (DECEASED)
I met with Death after my long swim down the ocean. Death seemed remorseful, but I was very happy to be freed from the weight of being on the island. I was looking forward to my reunion with my mother and being able to watch over Grant and Adrianna to make sure that they stay as safe as they can.The doors to Heaven opened up slowly and I was immediately welcomed into the warm environment .
My mother came rushing up to me, and warmth flooded my hearth. I ran into her embrace and even though I was exhausted from my swim, I felt a burst of energy. To my horror I realized that I was still in the clothing that I died in, which did nothing but remind me of the island and the horrors that my friends and I encountered. Even worse was the fact that my mother's spirit, although she was inviting and warm, was slightly disfigured by the broken nose and the wound from the gun shot.
Then it hit me, I might have to see Brenden if Im gonna be up here for the rest of eternity. God, I dont wanna run into that son of a bitch...
As soon as the thought ran through my head, God appeared, chuckling.
"Oh Jackie, you have much to learn" He says in his deep, wise voice.
His next comment caught me off guard.
"Although I dont like to speak like this, even a forgiving and loving soul like me would not be able to admit that pathetic asshole into Heaven. I just wouldnt be able to to it."
Relief flooded my heart, but so did another question.
"Where do they go then if they cant come here? Do they stay in Hell for the rest of Eternity?
"Well yes, but its not hell like you learn about when youre a mere mortal, we have to make you fear it then...
"Well what is it like then?" I ask.
"Well you see, some people would be happy spending all their afterlife with other criminals and souls damned to hell, so instead, we seperate them and put them in a situation they truly hate.
"Oh I see...." I say, slightly confused.
"You will see, dont worry. Youre still just a new soul around here."
DAY EIGHTEEN (DECEASED)
It took some getting used to being up in heaven. I still hadnt adjusted to life not on the island, and I was curious about what was happening there. I decided to head back down to the island, just to check on them for a little. The trek back to the island was a little longer than I expected, but it was beautiful slowly descending from the sky. The sun was setting and the red that shimmered over the ocean almost made me sad that I wasnt there to see this dusk with Adrianna and Grant.Something seemed off when I returned from heaven to the island. The beach was deserted, Grant was still missing, and Adrianna was nowhere to be found.
I scrambled across the tree that fell and connected the island, hoping that I would find them soon.It was weird being on the island dead. My ghostly eyes picked up so much more detail now. I could see the spirits of those that died on the island. The animals that were eaten were roaming, eyes full of revenge but no real claws to get it with, the souls of natives that died of old age or were killed in battle, even some one the other survivors were still there.
I kept running into the spirits, looks like even in the afterlife, my coordination sucked. I sorta hoped that would get better when I died but oh well, I guess that I can kiss that afterlife hope good bye. Maybe by the time im 1000 Ill be a little less of a hot mess...but probably not.
DAY NINETEEN (DECEASED)
After reorienting myself on the island that I called home for two weeks, I began to look for Adrianna, Grant, or even Houndsome. I just wanted some reassurance that somebody was still alive. If everyone on the island died, it would be like we never even were here, and that is a thought that seems very foreign to me.Its strangely quiet here and I dont know if its just because im dead or not..even the spirits of the natives and the animals seem to be quietly waiting around for something big to happen.
"God damn, where are they" I mutter to myself. I was getting very, very concerned.
I decided to turn around, maybe I missed them while I was looking the other direction.
When I turned around I saw a little girl peeking out from a tree at me.
"Hello" I say tentatively, not wanting to scare her off.
"Have you seen Brookyln?" is the first thing the quiet, scared voice says to me.
Brooklyn...the name sounds familiar but I cant put my finger on who she was on this island. I dont want to make new ties on the island, especially because Im already dead and I don't have an easy escape if I decide Im done with this place again. Well I guess I could just leave and go chill back in Heaven, but I wanted to stay here long enough to find some familiar face. I realized I didnt respond to the little voice.
"Im sorry sweetie, I havent seen here. Is she your mother?" I ask quietly.
She burst into tears before she could respond to me, and then she ran off into the forest.
"Oh shit." I mumbled quietly as I began to go after her. Even now that I am dead, I still couldnt just leave a little girl sad and alone, even if she was dead too.
DAY TWENTY (DECEASED)
I couldnt find the little girl as soon as she ran through the the forest. Frustrated, I gave up and continued to look for Grant. The land looked more and more unfamiliar the longer I have been dead. Ive been here for hours, walked the entire perimeter of the island, and ran in to quite a few ghost- yet still no Grant.I was beginning to miss my mom. I decided that instead of staying on this damn island, where nothing ever happened yet it always seemed like you missed something.
Alright now how do I get back? I think to myself. "Theres no place like home. theres no place like home there is no place like home." I say as I click my heels. Its gonna be worth a try right? Its the only way I can justify how ridiculous I look. For as good as I look in little blue mini dresses, I definitely couldnt pull of that red ruby slipper look.
I opened my eyes and I realized that it had worked! I was back in...shit. Im still on the island, just flat on my back staring up at the sky. "So damn uncoordinated J, no wonder you never could get any guys.
Man, I was beginning to hate the beach.
"Hey uh God, wanna help me out?" I yelled at the sky. I cant say that it didnt scare the shit out of me when a huge figure appeared infront of me.
"Oh Jacquelyn, havent you ever seen the movie?" He asks me.
uh no was my response.
"click your heels three times!" he says to me, almost surprised that I didnt know.
"Wait bro I did that already!"
"Im not bro, and dont you dare call me daddy, but father works just as well God laughed as he took me back to heaven.